Rainer Maria Rilke

Put out my eyes,

and I can see you still,

Slam my ears to,

and I can hear you yet;

And without any feet can go to you;

And tongueless, I can conjure you at will.

Break off my arms, I shall take hold of you

And grasp you with my heart as with a hand;

Arrest my heart, my brain will beat as true;

And if you set this brain of mine afire,

Then on my blood-stream

I yet will carry you.